trilobyte wrote:I can't use Bill, ever since 'League Of Gentlemen' Dave is my genericized name for all humans….

uM, yes you can, Dammitt Bill is VERY real, anmd lives right here in Reno, used to be right down the road from me, but we have both moved since this thread started(I just finished 2 days ago, and DAMMIT BILL!!!...that sucked!!!)

We have an obligation to make space for everyone, we have no obligation to make that space pleasant.

Stooped down to clean the bathroom floor and smashed it against the sink. Saw stars for a second there. Later, throwing something in the kitchen garbage, whacked the side of my head against the corner of the upper cupboard -- sharp!

Dammit, Bill. Must household chores be potentially fatal?

If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.

When you're walking down the sidewalk, keeping abreast of the parade, and you come to a Dis/ability Viewing Stand, and the middle-aged lady with the volunteer T-shirt and the big smile (that would be me) politelyasks you to walk behind the stand, instead of in front of it, so as to allow her (seated) guests to watch the parade without interruption, please show some respect and do so. It's only 10 extra steps.

You don't have to respect the lady. You're probably right that she's stupid, self-important, fat, and bitchy. Feel free to call her names as you walk around behind the stand. Why? Because it's not about her. It's about the people with disabilities, many of them older people, some of them veterans of the bad old days when gay bars were raided by police on a regular basis, who are there to watch the parade, just like you. They fought for the rights we're celebrating today. They should be able to watch the parade, not some March of Random Assholes.

Let them watch the damn parade, Bill!

If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.

Dammit Bill, why did you let the tech lose my nice low profile drain valve cap? The new one is too hard and pokey to sleep with (shut the fuck up). And the bulb spout popped open while I was restlessly trying to sleep, poured out half the lymphatic fluid onto my granny panties which hold the whole shebang in place (shut the fuck up), the gauze belt the bulb has to be pinned to, and my clean sheets I put on the bed today. I am on Larry's side of the bed now, so I don't have to sleep in the wet spot (shut the fuck up).

sidebar: lymphatic fluid, fresh out of the body, has no odor. I bet it will smell in the morning. (shut the fuck up)

Damn you for leaving the container of pins on the floor, unlidded. Oh, I know it was you. I would never be so careless.And damn you for tripping on that container, spilling pins all over the living room. You, not me. I would never be so klutzy.

When my partner or I step on one of the pins that got away, and it goes through our foot, dammit Bill!! We're coming for you.

If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.

Dammit Bill!!! I know you think you have a great body, a badass tattoo, and a fancy jeep. But must you not wear a shirt while getting out of your house? You know bill, it really isn't THAT hot (in either sense)

DAMMIT BILL, why didn't you tell me the fabric store was closed on sunday? Also you really should have told me that some of my friends will refuse to come visit if I have certain other friends over. Not getting along is not cool.

Black Rock City orandBust Dust!

torrey.smith wrote:As they say, make a man a fire and you warm him for a night. Set a man on fire and you warm him for the rest of his life. (Or was it a fish?)-Sarge

Dammit Bill, BOTH my good cast irons skillets? Dammit, if you cook fucking rice-a-roni, at least scrub it enough so the cooked on rice is gone. And what is that crap in the skillet with the terrific patina? Fuck, you can scrub them, they take more cleaning than rinsing. Dammit Bill, now you have to re-finish the big skillet. Dammit.